Farewell To My Endless Love

Scarlett's POV:

Pushing Charles away, I said, "I'll be there as a guest tomorrow night."

I then took off the necklace and added, "And there is no reason for me to accept such a precious gift."

"What do you mean by that? You are my wife, and you deserve the best." Charles' face paled as he held my wrist.

"Soon, I won't be your wife. We're going to divorce, remember?" I said in a firm voice. I was forcing myself to be cold to him because I did not want him to sway my heart away. I knew that it would be more painful if I let him into my heart once again.

"Scarlett!" Charles called out my name, gritting his teeth

Although I knew that he was angry, I continued to provoke him. "Would you like to go on? Bring it on! I am ready."

Charles snorted and shook off my hand. "You are so disgusting."

I shrugged, pretending not to care. "Whatever. You don't seem to want to continue, so why don't you just leave?"

Charles sat down on the sofa and said coldly, "This is my home too and I am willing to stay right here."

I ignored his words. After what just happened, I became sober. I was finally able to sense the awful smell of alcohol on my body, and wanted to take a shower to get rid of it. I finished the hot cup of honey water before I turned around and walked to the bathroom.

"Wait! Take your gift with you. Or you won't be able to sleep tonight," Charles warned.

I did not want to be tangled with him again, so I glared at him as I picked up the gift box and the bouquet of white roses and threw them in the study room. I felt like if it was out of my sight, then I wouldn't think about it.

Only after I was done taking a shower did I completely sober up. After wiping my wet hair with a towel, I went to the living room to drink some water. To my surprise, Charles was alone there, drinking.

I curled my lips, resisted the impulse to talk to him, and passed by him without looking at him. He did not say anything to me, either. He continued to stare at the glass in his hand, looking a little lonely. I drank a full glass of water before I returned to my room. I slammed the door behind me with a bang, feeling depressed. Why was he pretending to be so despondent? He was acting as though I was the bad guy in the relationship who lied to him about love and hurt him deeply.

As I slowly dried my hair, I sat down on the bed gloomily. However, I could not stop worrying about him. Was he still drinking? Thinking of that, I could not resist myself anymore. I got out of bed, and opened the door slightly, looking at him through the crack. The lights in the living room were off, and there was no sound.

I took off my slippers, walked to the living room stealthily, and noticed Charles fast asleep on the sofa. Next to him, there were several empty alcohol bottles.

"You should be more careful or you will die from alcohol poisoning!" I couldn't help but grumble.

Seeing that he was not taking good care of himself, I could not help but get angry. Feeling helpless, I covered him with a thin blanket.

The next morning, I woke up with a splitting headache.

Alcohol was really a bad thing, at least for me. Yawning lazily, I walked out of my room and saw that Charles had already left. However, there was breakfast on the table, and the roses that he had gotten for me the night before were neatly placed in a vase that was filled with water.

As I gently touched the flowers, I thought of what he had said to me the night before, and my heart softened.

While I was eating breakfast, Alice called me.

"Scarlett, I miss you so much. When will you get off work today? I'll ask the driver to pick you up." There was a lot of enthusiasm, and humor in her voice, just like always.

"Mom, I miss you too. But I'm not sure when I'll get off work today. Once I am done with work, I will go to the hotel on my own. Don't trouble the driver on my behalf," I said to her with a smile, influenced by her cheerful mood.

I chatted with her for a while longer before I hung up, gulped down the rest of my breakfast, and rushed to the TV station.

"Hey, Scarlett, why are you in such a hurry?" I saw Nina walking towards me with a mug in her hand as soon as I arrived at work.

"I was caught up in a traffic jam." Sitting on the chair, I tried to catch my breath.

"Charles did not drop you off at work today?" Nina seemed to be a little surprised as she asked me that question.

I shook my head and replied, "Well, we had a fight."

Moreover, it did not seem like we would patch things up anytime soon. Although it was something that I had always wanted, for some reason, I could not help but feel depressed about getting it. "Damn it! Things were going so well last night. How could you two fight?" Nina looked at me in disbelief. Disappointed, she put down the coffee mug and turned to me. "Nothing happened between you two?" Thinking of what happened last night, I smiled awkwardly. "We shouted at each other. Does that count?"

"I'm speechless! Are you two stupid?" Nina held her head between her hands. I guessed that she was trying to push Charles and me to have sex.

"We are not in love," I retorted, clearing my throat awkwardly, but my response sounded feeble and weak.

"You really did not sleep with him, then?" she asked again.

Shaking my head, I wondered why she was so concerned about the progress of my relationship with Charles.

"Forget it." Nina really seemed to be disappointed with me. She took out a ticket from the folder and handed it to me as she said, "Here is the flight ticket. The plane leaves at seven tomorrow morning."

I took the ticket from her and looked at the date, without saying anything. I did not think that time would fly by so quickly. It all felt like a dream now.

"Don't think too much. Everything would have been sorted by the time you come back next year," Nina comforted me softly.

I smiled at her but did not say anything. Sometimes, time was not enough to change or prove anything. I had left for three years in the past, but my relationship with Charles only became more complicated afte I returned.

"Spencer mentioned to me that Charles has been living alone for three years now." Nina carefully observed my expression before she continued, "Is it possible that Rita has deceived everyone with her pitiful look?"

I shook my head. "Is she even that smart to fool everyone FBesides .Charles' attitude towardsRita..." I paused, finding it difficult to continue. "It's obvious that he is willing to go up against his own family for her sake."

Charles' POV:

It was the day of Grandpa's birthday. I went to the company early in the morning, so that I could finish my work as soon as I could and go to the hotel earlier to get ready for the party. Spencer came to my office in the noon to have lunch with me.

"Bro, there is a problem with your love life, and it's pretty obvious." Saying that, Spencer ate a piece of the beef, chewing it fiercely.

"Really?" I looked up at him, picked up the pepper and salt, and sprinkled it on my plate.

"Come on! Even now, you're wearing a long face." Spencer put on an exaggerated expression as he grabbed the salt and pepper from me. "Stop it, or the food will be too salty."

I put down the knife and fork irritably, pushed the plate aside, and signaled the waiter to take it away. That moment, my phone rang.

"What's up?" I asked impatiently, answering it.

"Mr. Moore, it's me."

It was the director of the TV station. He informed me that Scarlett was going to leave Los Angeles by air at seven on the following morning.

I hung up and put the phone on the table with a long face. "How dare she lie to me?"

Hearing that, Spencer looked at me in confusion. "What happened?"

"Scarlett is going abroad for a one-year training program, and she is leaving tomorrow morning," I muttered. I felt like I should not believe her words because she was trying to keep me in the dark about it the whole time.

"Do you want her to stay?" Spencer asked, wiping his mouth with a napkin.

"Of course! I'll make her mine tonight," I answered firmly. Not only did I want to make her stay, I wanted to make her stay wholeheartedly. If she wanted to fly away from me, then I would break her wings apart. After having lunch, Spencer walked to me with a cigarette in his hand and said with a smile, "Do you really not want to have a smoke?"

"No, I quit smoking." I pushed the door open and walked out.

"You really are something. You have been a smoker for years, but you've quit for Scarlett's sake. I genuinely admire the effect she has on you." Spencer blew out some smoke rings as he quickened his pace to catch up with me.

Just when I was about to say something, a little girl bumped into me. I held her up at once and asked, "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, sir." Saying that, the little girl ran back to her mother.

Looking at the back of that lovely little girl, I could not help but think of my future. "Who do you think is going to be a dad first between the two of us, Spencer?"

"Do you really want to be a father?" Spencer looked at me as though he had seen a ghost.

I nodded and looked away. "Yes, and I want my kid to look like Scarlett."

With a chuckle, Spencer patted me on the shoulder. "Bro, you are still a virgin, but I admire your ambition!"